Hey Everyone

Wish my mother a happy birthday. Because she’s awesome, you see.

54 Comments on “Hey Everyone”

  1. Gee, all the garnet stone birthdays — my half-son Aaron yesterday, my niece-ish second-cousin Clea on the 19th, my son Math on the 23rd, my other niece-ish second-cousin [first ortho-cousin to Clea] on the 27th, and my daughter Kayleigh on the 31st — are being celebrated tomorrow at my cousins’ [Clea’s parents’].

    I’ll be glad to sacrifice another cake slice to John’s mom. :>)

    She’s obviously a good, stable person to a] raise a clearly maniac son into b] a good man, husband, and father himself.

    Bless you, Scalzi-Mater, and best wishes on your birthday!

    JJB

  2. sarawr – Once upon a time, I was a college student with a revolving door of boyfriends, boozing opportunities, friends, and home addresses. Now I'm a wife, toddler mommy, owner of nine cats, and maybe (someday) a writer. Like, for money.
    sarawr

    Happy birthday, Scalzi’s Awesome Mom. I hope it’s tons of fun.

  3. I have to definitely agree with you on this… your Mom Rocks. I think I will pop over to her blog and wish her a Happy Birthday there too!

  4. Happy birthday, Mother of John. You taught him all the great things he is – the rest, well, he regressed.

    My wife’s birthday today, as well.

  5. Happy Birthday Mother Scalzi.

    For awesome you are!!
    From Near and Far
    It is plain to see,
    If John is,
    So must you be!

  6. Jen – wife. mother. knitter. unschooler. band geek. fatass. card-carrying socialist. militant breastfeeder. profane. agnostic. ENFP
    CTJen

    What day is today?
    It’s John’s Mom’s birthday!
    What a great day for a birthday!
    Let’s all have some cake!

    Happy birthday and good job with John. :-)

  7. On behalf of my family and myself, we hope that you enjoy your day, and be blessed by the Deity or Deities of your choice {grin}. Since you have a grand-daughter, I’m certain that you already are.

    Blessed be!

    Drieux

  8. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang in Chang in Chang in Chang

    Happy Birthday, Mama Scalzicce!

  9. Happy Happy Birthday Mrs. Scalzi!

  10. Happy Birthday! May the power of your awesome outshine all the candles! And have a talk with your son about bacon: he seems to have some issues. . . .

  11. Happy birthday, Mrs. Scalzi! Your son is my favorite snark-and-bile-infested internet blogger/SF writer. EVAR!!!!! :-)

  12. You’re having a birthday, we wish you many more
    Health and wealth and friends by the score.
    So cut the cake and let’s eat some more
    Happy Birthday to you!

    (can’t remember who does this song, but it is a fun little tune)

  13. Thanks to all of you for good wishes
    Went to lunch – he ate fishes
    I ate prime rib and birthday pie
    None can be as happy as I.

    Hugs and blessings to all
    Mom

  14. Mary Robinette Kowal – Mary Robinette Kowal is the author of SHADES OF MILK AND HONEY (Tor 2010) & won the 2008 Campbell Award for Best New Writer. She is also a professional puppeteer.
    Mary Robinette Kowal

    Happy belated birthday!

  15. Happy Birthday. This manuscript was delivered slightly after the deadline, but my agent has found a loophole in the contract…

    I know that I would not have become a professional writer without my mother, so I suspect that you helped to put your son on the right track.

    Well done! Now, we all know that you have your own life, too, so may that go well for you in 2009.

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